This Is Home

Home...  

...where duck down duvets warm, wardrobes you walk-in to, showers

are hot and powerful, and I've a man to carry the bags.

Saying all that, I've discovered over the last three weeks that I'm quite happy to live out of a suitcase, in someone else's house, with only a room to call my own and sharing a room, and often a bed, with a child.


Mostly, because 'home' also means non-stop cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing and tidying...

...Home Sweet Home.

For a story on how we got home, you can read this.